I'm sad to say, it's not the last time.
I actually highly doubt anyone reads this anymore but it's fine because the weather isn't. The weather would be a classic storybook fine day,sun shining in the blue sky, white fluffy clouds and what the storybooks have missed out like, high humidity, high temperature, uncomfortable and sweaty skin. And my air-con has chosen a good time to take a break. And I've got work later tonight. And I can't sleep from the discomfort, despite understanding very well that yes, I do live in relatively comfort as compared to many people who are more unfortunate than me. And posting this on Facebook would be whining to the world about my "woes" which probably mean nothing in the grand scheme of things. But I'd like to whine anyway so here I am, writing something I know I'll read tomorrow and think "Wha-? I actually wrote that?" Just to confirm with future me. Yes that was us(assuming future me and present me are 2 different entities and stuff like that but I'm not here to write a sci-fi novel so I'll not elaborate).justin.
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